(AN: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I've been busy, and… yeah. I only have one reviewer though, so I'm not leaving too many people hanging! Anyway, here's chapter two!)
The twins learned of a "special" offer that allowed them to train with Time Squad officers—sort of on-the-job training. Philip and Amy hadn't planned on becoming Time Squad officers, but they wanted to get as far as they could from Miss Wilson. Besides, once they finished their training, they could always go on to something else.
At least, that's what Amy was trying to tell Philip.
"Why would we want to be Time Squad officers?" he complained. "I mean, it's all stuff that happened in the past!"
"Will you be quiet about it if I give you a Tootsie Pop?" asked Amy, pulling a sucker out of her pocket.
Philip's eyes lit up. "Deal!" he cried, grabbing the Tootsie Pop and licking it.
Amy grinned, knowing how enthusiastic Philip got about his one big obsession. "So how many licks DOES it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?" she asked him.
"It depends on how big your licks are," said Philip. "Are you looking through that book yet?"
"Yeah, just calm down, Phil," Amy muttered. "There's a lot of people in here. I'm marking the ones with the best records--"
Amy suddenly stopped and stared at the book. Philip turned over to look at her. "What is it, Aim?" he asked.
"I wonder…" Amy flipped through some pages and ran her finger down the names. She stopped suddenly and bit her lip, realization hitting her.
"What is it?" cried Philip.
Amy turned to look at her brother. "You know how we thought it was weird how we both were interested in the same job?"
"Yeah…?" said Philip.
"Well, it looks as though it's hereditary."
Philip stared. Amy sighed, and, since she wasn't sure if Philip understood her, explained, "Both Mom and Dad are in here."
Philip continued to stare. Amy looked at the book, and a strange smile crept up on her face. Philip understood.
"Oh no!" he cried. "We are NOT going to get training from our parents!"
"Why not?" asked Amy. "We should remind them that they actually do have kids. If we want to keep in touch with them, it looks as though we'll have to do it ourselves."
Philip sighed. "I guess you have a point."
"Of course I do. But which one do you think we should go with, Mom or Dad?"
"I say Dad," said Philip instantly.
Amy peered at Philip. "Okay… out of curiosity, why do you say that?"
Philip shrugged. "Dad didn't really do anything wrong. All he did was not win legal custody of us. True, he didn't keep in contact with us, but what if he tried to? At least he didn't dump us in an orphanage like Mom did. So yeah, that's why I'd say we should go with Dad."
"Okay," said Amy slowly. "You've got a point there too, but according to this, Dad's had a lot of mishaps…"
"He needs our help!" said Philip. Amy laughed, which sounded strange coming from her normally stern self.
"Okay. Dad it is, then!"
***
After managing to convince their teachers to get training from their father, Philip and Amy were sent to their dad's spacecraft… thing. Amy looked around. "Nice place, I guess…"
"Is anyone here? Hey Dad--"
"Don't say that!" cried Amy. Philip stared at her. "Sorry," said Amy, "but I want to see if Dad recognizes us. WITHOUT our help."
"Right," said Philip. He tried again. "Officer Tuddrussel?"
Nothing.
"They must be on a mission," said Amy. "Come on, let's look around!"
"But let's leave this here, so they know we're here," said Philip, setting down the sheet that said "congrats, students have chosen you to be their trainers" or something to that effect, and the two kids went off to explore their dad's home.
***
Soon afterwards, Tuddrussel, Larry, and Otto returned from their mission. "Mission accomplished!" said Larry happily.
"Yeah, it's a good thing we talked Ulysses S. Grant to become a general and not a chef, otherwise the Civil War might've turned out way different!" said Otto.
"Yeah, yeah—hey, what's this?" asked Tuddrussel, looking at the note Philip and Amy had left.
Larry picked it up. " 'Congratulations, two college students are going to start training with you'?"
"Training?" asked Otto. "I didn't know about training!"
"Oh, it exists, alright," said Larry. "But no one's ever trained with us, and with good reason! They get to see our records and ours are always… less than stellar!"
"Well… maybe we should go find them and welcome them to our happy family!" said Otto, a big, almost fake-looking smile on his face.
A laser shot echoed throughout the ship. Tuddrussel fumed. "And maybe we'd better pulverize them for going in my arsenal!!!!!"
Tuddrussel ran off towards his arsenal, with Otto and Larry not far behind. He quickly tore open the door, to find…
Amy tumbled over some boxes and landed on her back, looking up at the newcomers. "Oh, hi," she said, quickly standing up. She and Philip had been playfighting and she had to quickly compose herself.
Larry and Otto both stared at the same girl, wondering exactly what she was up to. Amy walked up to them and gave them a cold stare. "So, I get stuck with you guys?" she asked.
Larry gave Amy an odd look. "Why did you come here when you saw our records?" he asked.
"Very good question," said Amy. She turned and looked at Tuddrussel, who was staring at her as though he almost knew her. "Maybe I'll graduate early," she said, looking at him.
Tuddrussel finally spoke. "…Amy?" he asked in astonishment.
Amy grinned. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me."
"Hey!" cried Philip, popping up from nowhere. "Remember me?"
"Philip!" cried Tuddrussel.
"Wait a minute!" cried Larry. "You know these people?"
"There's a reason we chose to train with Officer Tuddrussel, despite his records," said Amy. "He's our father."
Larry and Otto stared.
Amy finally extended her hand. "Amy Tuddrussel," she said, "but I bet you already figured that out."
"I'm Philip Tuddrussel," said Philip, nodding towards them.
"Tuddrussel!" Larry finally cried. "You never told me you had children!"
"Well, there was never an opportunity to bring it up! 'Hey Larry, guess what, I have twin kids somewhere.' It just doesn't fit in with anything we've talked about!" cried Tuddrussel. He turned to his children. "I thought you were with your mother!"
"Don't get us started on Mom!" cried Philip.
"We WERE with Mom," explained Amy, "but after a few weeks with us she decided she was sick of us, dumped us in a terrible orphanage, and never bother to keep in contact with us."
"You're from an orphanage?" cried Otto. "I know how that goes."
"Was yours terrible beyond all imagination?" asked Philip.
Otto nodded. "Oh yeah."
"So was ours," said Philip with a sigh.
Otto then turned to Tuddrussel. "You know, Tuddrussel, I never pictured you as the father type!"
"Oh, just be quiet," muttered Tuddrussel.
"I'm hungry!" cried Philip suddenly.
"Oooh! Let me go cook something!" cried Larry.
Amy smiled. "And I'll help!"
Tuddrussel grimaced. "My daughter likes to cook? Oh the shame…"
(AN: Sorry that sucked. Again. Anyway, chapter three is up next, hopefully sooner than chapter two was!)
The twins learned of a "special" offer that allowed them to train with Time Squad officers—sort of on-the-job training. Philip and Amy hadn't planned on becoming Time Squad officers, but they wanted to get as far as they could from Miss Wilson. Besides, once they finished their training, they could always go on to something else.
At least, that's what Amy was trying to tell Philip.
"Why would we want to be Time Squad officers?" he complained. "I mean, it's all stuff that happened in the past!"
"Will you be quiet about it if I give you a Tootsie Pop?" asked Amy, pulling a sucker out of her pocket.
Philip's eyes lit up. "Deal!" he cried, grabbing the Tootsie Pop and licking it.
Amy grinned, knowing how enthusiastic Philip got about his one big obsession. "So how many licks DOES it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?" she asked him.
"It depends on how big your licks are," said Philip. "Are you looking through that book yet?"
"Yeah, just calm down, Phil," Amy muttered. "There's a lot of people in here. I'm marking the ones with the best records--"
Amy suddenly stopped and stared at the book. Philip turned over to look at her. "What is it, Aim?" he asked.
"I wonder…" Amy flipped through some pages and ran her finger down the names. She stopped suddenly and bit her lip, realization hitting her.
"What is it?" cried Philip.
Amy turned to look at her brother. "You know how we thought it was weird how we both were interested in the same job?"
"Yeah…?" said Philip.
"Well, it looks as though it's hereditary."
Philip stared. Amy sighed, and, since she wasn't sure if Philip understood her, explained, "Both Mom and Dad are in here."
Philip continued to stare. Amy looked at the book, and a strange smile crept up on her face. Philip understood.
"Oh no!" he cried. "We are NOT going to get training from our parents!"
"Why not?" asked Amy. "We should remind them that they actually do have kids. If we want to keep in touch with them, it looks as though we'll have to do it ourselves."
Philip sighed. "I guess you have a point."
"Of course I do. But which one do you think we should go with, Mom or Dad?"
"I say Dad," said Philip instantly.
Amy peered at Philip. "Okay… out of curiosity, why do you say that?"
Philip shrugged. "Dad didn't really do anything wrong. All he did was not win legal custody of us. True, he didn't keep in contact with us, but what if he tried to? At least he didn't dump us in an orphanage like Mom did. So yeah, that's why I'd say we should go with Dad."
"Okay," said Amy slowly. "You've got a point there too, but according to this, Dad's had a lot of mishaps…"
"He needs our help!" said Philip. Amy laughed, which sounded strange coming from her normally stern self.
"Okay. Dad it is, then!"
***
After managing to convince their teachers to get training from their father, Philip and Amy were sent to their dad's spacecraft… thing. Amy looked around. "Nice place, I guess…"
"Is anyone here? Hey Dad--"
"Don't say that!" cried Amy. Philip stared at her. "Sorry," said Amy, "but I want to see if Dad recognizes us. WITHOUT our help."
"Right," said Philip. He tried again. "Officer Tuddrussel?"
Nothing.
"They must be on a mission," said Amy. "Come on, let's look around!"
"But let's leave this here, so they know we're here," said Philip, setting down the sheet that said "congrats, students have chosen you to be their trainers" or something to that effect, and the two kids went off to explore their dad's home.
***
Soon afterwards, Tuddrussel, Larry, and Otto returned from their mission. "Mission accomplished!" said Larry happily.
"Yeah, it's a good thing we talked Ulysses S. Grant to become a general and not a chef, otherwise the Civil War might've turned out way different!" said Otto.
"Yeah, yeah—hey, what's this?" asked Tuddrussel, looking at the note Philip and Amy had left.
Larry picked it up. " 'Congratulations, two college students are going to start training with you'?"
"Training?" asked Otto. "I didn't know about training!"
"Oh, it exists, alright," said Larry. "But no one's ever trained with us, and with good reason! They get to see our records and ours are always… less than stellar!"
"Well… maybe we should go find them and welcome them to our happy family!" said Otto, a big, almost fake-looking smile on his face.
A laser shot echoed throughout the ship. Tuddrussel fumed. "And maybe we'd better pulverize them for going in my arsenal!!!!!"
Tuddrussel ran off towards his arsenal, with Otto and Larry not far behind. He quickly tore open the door, to find…
Amy tumbled over some boxes and landed on her back, looking up at the newcomers. "Oh, hi," she said, quickly standing up. She and Philip had been playfighting and she had to quickly compose herself.
Larry and Otto both stared at the same girl, wondering exactly what she was up to. Amy walked up to them and gave them a cold stare. "So, I get stuck with you guys?" she asked.
Larry gave Amy an odd look. "Why did you come here when you saw our records?" he asked.
"Very good question," said Amy. She turned and looked at Tuddrussel, who was staring at her as though he almost knew her. "Maybe I'll graduate early," she said, looking at him.
Tuddrussel finally spoke. "…Amy?" he asked in astonishment.
Amy grinned. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me."
"Hey!" cried Philip, popping up from nowhere. "Remember me?"
"Philip!" cried Tuddrussel.
"Wait a minute!" cried Larry. "You know these people?"
"There's a reason we chose to train with Officer Tuddrussel, despite his records," said Amy. "He's our father."
Larry and Otto stared.
Amy finally extended her hand. "Amy Tuddrussel," she said, "but I bet you already figured that out."
"I'm Philip Tuddrussel," said Philip, nodding towards them.
"Tuddrussel!" Larry finally cried. "You never told me you had children!"
"Well, there was never an opportunity to bring it up! 'Hey Larry, guess what, I have twin kids somewhere.' It just doesn't fit in with anything we've talked about!" cried Tuddrussel. He turned to his children. "I thought you were with your mother!"
"Don't get us started on Mom!" cried Philip.
"We WERE with Mom," explained Amy, "but after a few weeks with us she decided she was sick of us, dumped us in a terrible orphanage, and never bother to keep in contact with us."
"You're from an orphanage?" cried Otto. "I know how that goes."
"Was yours terrible beyond all imagination?" asked Philip.
Otto nodded. "Oh yeah."
"So was ours," said Philip with a sigh.
Otto then turned to Tuddrussel. "You know, Tuddrussel, I never pictured you as the father type!"
"Oh, just be quiet," muttered Tuddrussel.
"I'm hungry!" cried Philip suddenly.
"Oooh! Let me go cook something!" cried Larry.
Amy smiled. "And I'll help!"
Tuddrussel grimaced. "My daughter likes to cook? Oh the shame…"
(AN: Sorry that sucked. Again. Anyway, chapter three is up next, hopefully sooner than chapter two was!)